A Vacant Youth

There she goes, the girl with the thorns. A crowd to which she was born. She gets lost and torn, at times in a war,. Looking for sinking scores. . There's a boy, in constant dismay,.

Isabel's Daughter

Comeback Kids

Ace

Slept So Long

Walking, waiting. Alone without a care. Hoping and hating. With things I can't bare. . Did you think it's cool. To walk right up to?. So save my life and fuck it up.

You Don't Know...

I was caught so unaware. When you made other plans. Promises you swore to keep. Where more than you could stand. . You don't know what you've got. You don't know what you've got.

Wound

Tried to squeeze my eyes and scrape up my skin.. There's a hole in my head where the bullet went in.. I think it's all in your heart.. And I think it's all in your mind..

With Or Without U2

This is a song off Etc. It's a mix of other bands like misfits. Vapors and of course, U2. . You know, there's been a lot of talk about Dublin. . See the stone set in her eyes.

West Bay Invitational

All of the neighbors decided: It's time to have all our strangers over and. make friends. Chris got a pony keg of loose charm. I had an accident. I hurt.

Want

been staring for a hundred hours. run down a spiral drain. keep mouth clamped tight, and it isn't right. three words keep running round my mind. but my tongue is hard to find.

Unlisted Track

You can't sell me incense. My world smells good enough to eat. So let's not eat, just smell the good and longing. Not owning. We'll circle like insects.

Tour Song

Seven hundred miles to play to fifteen angry men.. I need some sleep.. We hate them too.. They hate the songs.. This show is free.. Just call it luck..

Through The Sand

Walking through the sand. To the tune of the band. Come, take my hand. I'll show you the dream land. . Looking through summertime. Listen to my chime.

Voice Of The Poor

And when you said it was gonna be all-right. we almost believed you. . It's the voice of the poor. In a dying land. The drunk and the drugged and the damned.

The Boat Dreams From The Hill

Boat on a hill, never going to sea. Anchored to a fixer upper's dream. This. boat is beat, never gonna be a boat now. Thirsty, sees the sea from high on.

Split

I could walk a million miles. Suffer freezing rain and failure, it's familiar. This time you have gone too far. Stole my memories and teardrops, now it all stops.

Softcore

I'm putting on my blinders.. I'm walking straight to me.. I'm following my carrot.. It's plenty hard to reach.. Keep your foot out of my door.. I don't want you on my floor..

Sluttering (may 4th)

Flattered that you think I warrant ugliness. Gutters. drain west, mud made a mess of us. It's time to leave. this place. I'd saw through your wrist to find a.

Sluttering

Flattered that you think I warrant ugliness. Gutters drain West, mud made a mess of us. It's time to leave this place. . I'd saw through your wrist to find a better trap that fits.

Sleep

It seems I spend my days now wrapped in veils of sleep.. Caught in slumber's grasp,. nowhere that I should be.. I grew so goddamned tired of fighting against these chains..